Any and all;

[Ardashir]

I wonder, as I wander..

The horned stallion had done his part in getting those he could to the shore away (hopefully) from the core of the fires and the fighting. Ardashir took a quick glance around him noting the coats of others present. He could not perform a role call for those missing as he had lost quite a bit of time knowing who lived on the isle and who was merely a visitor. A pink spotted mare called out to those gathered offering them a “bridge” to move across rather than having to swim for it. He stays on the coast line making sure that those wanting to flee have their chance and are unimpeded by the violence around them. 


The large white stallion with his mix of opal color took note of the black mare as she stood in the water watching. He could understand not wanting to leave your home and also the feeling of loss? Rage? That could (possibly) be sturing in her young heart. He turned his own noble head back to those that were left fighting. His eyes narrowed slightly and ears turned back. Ardashir did not have wings to carry him into a fight above. He would not leave the isle though. The smell of sulfur, the warmth produced from new flames, a roar either in pain or in defiance. He listened to it all. 

The stag took a few steps backwards into the waves letting the water move around his legs. Ardashir would defend the shoreline.

Ardashir

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